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Somehow, they knew exactly where my body was against the door. The arm is strong, for being a zombie. It pushes against the door as I try to catch my breath. With one push against the door, I can't breath. My air supply has been cut off immediately. Piers shoots the arm, from where it has come out. The bullets don't change the grip, they only make it's grip tighter. I see zombies coming from the other end of the hall, not waliking, running. I grab my knife and stab it. The arm doesn't retract, but the grip is less. Piers grabs his knife and helps me. After about 4 stabs, it lets go. I fall forward, out of breath completely. Piers grabs me before I hit the ground and helps me to the elevator. Chris hits the button, and the elevator doors close. I'm on the ground, gasping for air. Piers is holding onto me, preventing me from falling onto the ground. After a while, the gasping turns into coughing. A few coughs later, I finally can breath normally again. I take a few deep breaths, then feel another hand on my back. I turn and see Claire next to me. Her nose has stopped bleeding, but bruses cover her face. She looks at me, worried,"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, you?"
She nods,"Yeah."
I start to get up, and Piers helps me and I lean against the wall of the elevator.
"Thanks."
He nods,"Your welcome, sir."
"Ha, you don't have to call me sir."
He smiles and nods.
Chris looks at me,"So, you think all of them are like that?"
I never actually saw the zombie that held me, just his arm. There's no way to tell if they all are the same or not,"I don't know, but if they are, don't get caught."